【墢鬼袶】(13)

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Chapter Thirteen: Phoenix Rising from the Ashes, the Tragedy of Life and Death

The night was filled with the mournful sounds of a flute, the depraved play orchestrated by the Ming King unexpectedly turned sour, causing the monks to be dismissed.

"Huff...huff...um...huff..."

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Xiang felt the flute music gradually subside, her senses returning. As she pondered, she found herself

hanging on the Ming King's erect penis, her knees wrapped around it, moaning with pleasure.

(Ah...ah...so hard...so...so deep...um ah ah...)

Ling Xiang was even more shocked to realize that she not only didn't want to resist, but even occasionally bit his earlobe,

whispering words she couldn't understand.

Moreover, the Ming King's replies were as unfamiliar as if she had never heard them before. Suddenly, the heat within her body faded,

and her body jolted violently, as if she had been thrown off, forcefully pulled off by the Ming King into a doggy-style riding position. The previously

vanished

masculine heat surged back, flooding her lower body.

"Ah...hot...so...so hot..." Ling Xiang's lower body was unbearably hot from the stimulation, yet her whole body felt

as if her scattered energy was returning to its source, an unusually comfortable sensation.

She couldn't resist the unbridled thrusting of the massive penis, and her juices flowed freely. "Heh...heh...you're awake now." Ming Wang seemed to realize that Ling Xiang was no longer responding in foreign languages, and that her internal breathing

was disordered. He had to switch his breathing technique, inhaling and exhaling, continuously channeling his true yang energy back

into

the woman's body, which was practicing the Heavenly Charm Heart Sutra.

"Ah ha! So...so comfortable...ah ha..." Ling Xiang was aroused, letting out a soft moan, her body

collapsing weakly to the ground, her breath sweet and fragrant like a female dog, allowing Ming Wang's strong, thick penis to continuously

pour

more and more unparalleled true energy into her from behind.

"Ah...ahhh...faster...it's gone...it feels so good...how could this be...ahhh...

"

Ling Xiang felt a surge of heat rising and falling in her abdomen, uncontrollable. Just as she was about to forcefully absorb the yang energy into her body using the Transformation Technique

, the swollen, hot penis, working in perfect harmony, absorbed the yin energy back with each thrust. Back and forth

,

she was aroused by the rough lovemaking to an incomparably blissful state.

"Amitabha...the National Preceptor has already grasped the joy of dual cultivation, hehe, it won't be long before he comprehends

the breathing technique on his own..." The Ming King continued to thrust violently, roughly grabbing Ling Xiang's long hair, seemingly knowing

the outcome

kissed her delicate cheek.

"Ahhh! I...I'm not the Imperial Preceptor...Why...Ahhh...No...This isn't me...

No!"

Upon hearing the words "Imperial Preceptor," Ling Xiang was so horrified she nearly fainted. She had never seen the Imperial Preceptor in her entire life

, yet now that alluring and enchanting beauty kept appearing in her mind, intimately connected to this lecherous monk

. She

could even feel a part of her consciousness deeply imprinted within her.

This feeling wasn't entirely new; at the moment Xing Mengniang died on her body, she had also experienced

a hazy, overlapping hallucination, and it seemed that from that moment on, the self-identification of "this humble servant"... had become inextricably linked to her

,

her actions, posture, and self-awareness... all increasingly unable to shed Mengniang's characteristics.

That feeling of being replaced and the helplessness had almost driven her mad, even if it was only a small part,

so subtle as to be imperceptible, it still caused her immense pain!

If it weren't for Xixiang's appearance, who helped Xiangwa spend a long time adjusting and accepting it, perhaps... Huo Xiangtian would already

be mentally unstable, or even completely broken down.

Now, the same thing was happening again, making Ling Xiang feel suffocated.

"Who else could you be but the Imperial Preceptor? Hehe... Look at the mess this is made of!"

Ming Wang grabbed her and pulled her to his left arm, forcing her to see the indelible sword scar. The ugly

wound and the blackened poison wound made Ling Xiang's heart clench, and her eyes welled up with tears.

(No! Why... why do I feel so sad... This... this is clearly... my wound

...)

Ling Xiang clasped her hands tightly against Ming Wang's broad chest. Her heartbroken expression was seen by him

. Her helpless shiver was met with a passionate kiss, causing her body, already in climax, to lose itself again.

"No... Waaah... It's not like that... Waaah... I..."

Ling Xiang couldn't understand it. She shouldn't have had feelings for this lecherous monk, and she shouldn't feel

guilty towards this wounded man. But what kind of evil magic forced her to believe all this? She was filled with unbearable frustration and pain, yet

helplessly

held in his arms, as if playing the role of another woman, a sight that left everyone bewildered.

"Heh...heh heh, after the Imperial Advisor sucked the poison out of my body with his mouth, it has now been reincarnated into your body...

we can never be separated, no one can stop this from happening...hehehehe."

Ming Wang gently stroked her hair, then suddenly pushed Ling Xiang to the ground, forcefully

thrusting his massive penis into her tender vagina from behind once again.

"Ah ha!"

"Heh...do you remember...how I brought you to orgasm the first time?"

Ming Wang was unusually excited, his mouth constantly interspersed with various slang terms, but Ling Xiang could no longer understand

a word, only feeling a violent impact about to explode, forcing her to scream

incessantly

.

"Ahhh...ahhh...faster...almost...ahhh!"

(Waaah...no! I can't let everything turn out like he said...waaah...no...)

Then, Ling Xiang found herself lying face down in a pile of torn clothes, a jade hairpin still bearing dried bloodstains. She secretly clutched it back into her hand, and the only thing she could think of was 　　ending this

absurd

situation . 　　"Hoo hoo...Nalan Eva...you are mine...you can never be separated from me..." 　　Just as Ming Wang was about to ejaculate, his excessive excitement seemed to be his most vulnerable moment 　　. Ling Xiang wrapped her arms around his chest, preparing to stab him through his Tianji acupoint on his back, when unexpectedly, the piercing, seductive sound of a flute 　　was played again, right next to her. 　　"Ahhhhh!"

Soon, Ling Xiang seemed to inhale something through her nose, her consciousness becoming hazy and lightheaded. The burning

heat in her lower body exploded instantly, the ejaculated semen sending waves of intense pleasure through her body. The hairpin in her hand involuntarily

fell

to the ground, and she cried out in surprise.

"Hmph...hmph, all for nothing. You've been watching long enough. So...you're Miao Yi?"

Ming Wang picked up the hairpin, ignoring the person hiding in the shadows, and smeared the bloodstains on it onto Ling Xiang's face. He

understood; this was the last resistance she could muster.

"Ah! No...don't blow it...don't blow it! My head...ah...no!"

The jade flute once again awakened the dormant Tomb Demon Gu poison within his body. The distinct melody seemed to evoke

the seven emotions and six desires of different souls, causing Ling Xiang to once again collide with his beloved wife's past memories.

"Huff...huff..." Tears streamed down his wife's face, her mouth stuffed with something, her round

belly bulging high, as if she was about to give birth.

"Feng...Feng'er..." Ling Xiang suddenly remembered that before the couple left home, his wife was more than four months pregnant

, but why did such an important matter now seem so illusory and unattainable?

Soon, Ling Xiang saw the masked man come to Feng Dan, holding three silver needles in his hand, but

Feng Dan seemed to be going crazy, shaking her head incessantly, making muffled noises without being able to speak.

"Hehe, Feng Nu... you've really taken a lot of my effort.

You're the first woman to survive three months in my Ling Manor."

The masked man removed the gag from Feng Dan's mouth. The tearful woman could no longer hold back and cried out

, begging him not to let the silver needle pierce her body again.

"Waaah... stop... my child... waaah... waaah... please stop..."

"What's so good about Huo Xiangtian? He'd rather not have the child in his belly than obediently hand it over to this old man.

"

"I beg you... waaah... don't stab me anymore... I'll go crazy... waaah... I'll agree to anything

..."

"Feng Nu... hehehe, you're a wild horse, what you really need is a discerning patron like me

." As the masked man spoke, the silver needle was already inserted into Feng Dan's left breast.

"Ahhh!"

The pitiful woman's body urinated copious amounts of vaginal fluid in excitement, her vacant eyes seemingly enduring unimaginable

pleasure. Even Ling Xiang, who had been infected by Feng Dan's consciousness, couldn't help but convulse as if she were about to faint from pleasure,

as if

her body had been completely developed into a sex organ, incredibly sensitive and terrifying.

"Ugh...no...don't! I'll do whatever you say...spare my child...ugh...ahhh

!" Feng Dan's pleas were met with nothing; another silver needle was quickly inserted into her right breast.

"Ahhh...ha...hahaha..." An indescribable lewd expression rapidly changed on Feng Dan's face

. The masked man gently turned the needle a few times, and milk immediately gushed out of her breast, causing this

pitiful

woman to fall into depravity for the first time.

"Ha...haha...please...suck...suck my milk...ah ha!"

"Look how lowly your body is. I've told you, I've seen plenty of women's superficiality. What I want is

the heart! A heart that can no longer hold any man, not even a fraction...completely belonging to me!"

"Even Huo Xiangtian is no exception!"

Then, the masked man continued to pierce the last silver needle into the woman's clitoris. Instantly, Feng Dan's face

lost all its sorrow, transforming into an uncontrollably aroused bitch, her tongue lolling out

,

her body convulsing in agony, a state of ultimate shame, desperately craving orgasm.

"Hoo hoo...ha...ha...I...don't want anything anymore...give it to me...please..."

Feng Dan's hands were immediately released, her legs kneeling high on the ground. Her expression had completely changed

, as if all restraint and what was most important had vanished. Her eyes were completely focused, unable to hold

any

other emotion.

"Hehe, what did you say?"

"Ah... please, Master, do me... play with me... ha... ruin Feng Nu's... body...

haha... play with me... ha..."

"This is the last time. Your belly has been induced to the point of imminent

delivery due to the poison of the 'Heart-Stealing Needle.' If we do it now, the fetus will definitely not survive. Is that alright?"

"Yes! Yes! Ha... ha... please, Master, give me... do me... I don't want anything else... ha...

"

Feng Dan's eyes showed no hesitation, as if she had forgotten everything. Apart from what the other party had taught her

to do and her body's desire for release... nothing else remained.

"No... sob... no... this isn't real... no!"

Ling Xiang was experiencing unprecedented collapse and pain. She wanted to know more, but she couldn't grasp anything or

hold onto anything. Darkness filled her vision, and the hole in her heart seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, making it harder and harder

to breathe

, as if she was about to drown.

"Feng'er... child... haha... haha... haha..." Then another powerful force

surged in like a tidal wave.

"Ah!" Ling Xiang was startled to realize again that Ming Wang's penis was still inside her, thrusting harder and harder each time

.

"Ah...so good...play with me...ha...break Feng Nu's...body...haha

...play with me...ha..."

"What did you say?"

Ming Wang's question made Ling Xiang tremble violently. She even cried out the same words as Feng Dan

, pleading with this lewd monk.

"Ha...huff huff...I...have nothing left...hold me...suck me...please hold me

..." This time, Ling Xiang actually took the initiative to kiss him and tried her best to cooperate with his breathing, as if she had just practiced

the

most wicked lewd technique.

"Amitabha Buddha, tell me...who are you?"

Ming Wang deliberately slowed down his thrusting speed, keeping Ling Xiang firmly held on his waist, but did not stop making love.

It only made her anxious, forcing her to answer the question he wanted as soon as possible.

"Ah...I...I..."

"Are you Master Huo...or Ling Tian's daughter? Or...are you..." Ling Xiang didn't answer, but instead

pressed her lips into Ming Wang's again, passionately kissing him with her tongue.

"Ha...haha...I have nothing left...I want nothing anymore..."

"Hehe, this old monk doesn't understand, could Master Huo explain more clearly?"

"Ha...make me even more depraved...haha...I'm yours now...you can do whatever you want with me...

"

"Hehehe, congratulations, benefactor, your inner demons have been removed, you are no longer troubled by the impermanence of the world, Amitabha..."

Ling Xiang could hardly feel her tears falling, and Ming Wang's expression became very gentle and soft

, quietly, for the first time so warm, allowing her to quietly vent on his incredibly strong body.

At the fourth watch of the night, by the luxurious bed, she sat alone in the empty solitude, grieving.

Ling Xiang's disheveled, sticky hair was being carefully combed by her maid, Xi Xiang. Suddenly, she clutched a jade hairpin

to her throat, her hands trembling as she tried to plunge it deep inside.

"Ah! Miss... what are you doing?" Xi Xiang, who had been busy combing her

hair, hadn't noticed until she couldn't find the hairpin in her hair and realized her mistress was doing something so dangerous.

Even more unexpectedly, just as Xi Xiang reached out to grab it, Ling Xiang smashed the hairpin

in two, her hands convulsing, her face contorted with an unpredictable expression. As soon as she closed her eyes, tears

streamed

down her face.

"Miss..."

Ling Xiang felt utterly unwilling. She realized death was so easy. When the only

strength that kept her going was gone, what was left of life besides pain?

"Waaah...Miss...cry...don't hold it in anymore..."

"Please cry it out...waaah..." Xi Xiang couldn't help but hug Ling Xiang from behind, tears streaming down her face

. After a long while, the young lady finally took her hand and led her to her side, saying,

"Xiang'er...you should go."

"Miss! You...you're sending Xiang'er away?" Xi Xiang could hardly believe it. Since she was deaf

, she could only read Ling Xiang's lips. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees.

Ling Xiang remained silent, letting her neatly tied hair fall loose. Her eyes were dry as she gently stroked Xi

Xiang's flushed, tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're a kind and innocent girl. I'll make them let you go..."

"Waaah...Xiang'er, no! No! Waaah...Please, Miss...don't send me away...

"

"Following me will only bring you endless suffering..."

"Xi Xiang, don't be afraid!"

"I'm already a monster...a demon...I don't even know what they want to turn me into.

My heart...even...even..."

The last thing Ling Xiang wanted to say was that she was even jealous of Xi Xiang making love with the Ming King, but she couldn't

bring herself to say it. Her heart no longer belonged to her; the only feeling was more painful than death.

"If Miss becomes a monster...then Xiang'er will be a monster too!"

Then, Xi Xiang plunged the broken hairpin into her genitals, drawing blood and leaving Ling Xiang helpless

and unable to stop her.

"What...what are you doing?" Ling Xiang struggled to snatch the broken hairpin back from Xiang'er's hand, but the sharp

thorns had deeply wounded her vagina, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Ah...Miss...don't worry...I won't let them violate Xiang'er again..."

"Why are you so foolish...sob..."

"Xiang'er will always belong to Miss alone...sob...ugh...leaving Miss...Xiang'er

will die immediately...I..."

"Xiang'er! Xiang'er!"

Xi Xiang stroked her beloved mistress's cheek, but there was no trace of pain or sorrow on her face. Every word she spoke

was as sweet as if she were about to enter a beautiful dream.

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